Граф Монте-Крісто

The Corsican Ogre.

           Ridicule,sirwhy,youknownotitspowerinFrance,andyetyououghttoknowit!"

           "Sire,sire,"murmuredtheminister,"forpity’s"—

           "Approach,M.deVillefort,"resumedtheking,addressingtheyoungman,who,motionlessandbreathless,waslisteningtoaconversationonwhichdependedthedestinyofakingdom."Approach,andtellmonsieurthatitispossibletoknowbeforehandallthathehasnotknown."

           "Sire,itwasreallyimpossibletolearnsecretswhichthatmanconcealedfromalltheworld."

           "Reallyimpossible!Yesthatisagreatword,sir.Unfortunately,therearegreatwords,astherearegreatmen;Ihavemeasuredthem.Reallyimpossibleforaministerwhohasanoffice,agents,spies,andfifteenhundredthousandfrancsforsecretservicemoney,toknowwhatisgoingonatsixtyleaguesfromthecoastofFrance!Well,then,see,hereisagentlemanwhohadnoneoftheseresourcesathisdisposalagentleman,onlyasimplemagistrate,wholearnedmorethanyouwithallyourpolice,andwhowouldhavesavedmycrown,if,likeyou,hehadthepowerofdirectingatelegraph."ThelookoftheministerofpolicewasturnedwithconcentratedspiteonVillefort,whobenthisheadinmodesttriumph.

           "Idonotmeanthatforyou,Blacas,"continuedLouisXVIII.;"forifyouhavediscoverednothing,atleastyouhavehadthegoodsensetopersevereinyoursuspicions.AnyotherthanyourselfwouldhaveconsideredthedisclosureofM.

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